The space between them ebbs away, and Jael feels as if the air has gone from her lungs. Head spinning. As if she never wants it to end-- a feeling that makes it no less stolen. Gilgamesh hasn't rebuked her, hasn't driven her away. Opal eyes wide as they rest on his face, a plea... it would be selfish to ask. She doesn't. She knows she can't.
It's too sweet, too fleeting, and she's weak to it. Want at odds with can't at odds with everything else. Heart throbbing in her chest, but she can't hear or feel over it. Feel. Hell, all Jael can do is feel. She's too drunk for this. He turns away, and Jael whimpers. It's as if it hurts her near-physically, though she'd intended to stifle the sound. "I... you're right." Her gaze drops from his face, and Jael makes to get to her feet.
As she does, the sand beneath her shifts. Jael tumbles, sprawling-- far more intoxicated than she intended or planned on being. While not usually a messy drunk, the Raider hooch was a bit stronger than she intended. Jael leans to place a shy, fleeting kiss on Gilgamesh's cheek before stumbling in her own direction. Towards bed. Unsure if she's feeling more flustered or guilty, but it doesn't matter. Jael isn't sure she'll be able to recall it in the morning.
--exit, unless stopped
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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